In all seriousness, if you got his home address a series of notes would most likely freak him out. Just explain that when a car driver does something as fucking pathetic as what they did they should face the consequences of having a fucking registered number plate. Doh!
Dear Dickface,
*I know where you live. I know what car you drive and I will keep an eye on you. If it happens again I'll smash your fucking face through your fucking windscreen, you dumb cunt, *
*Yours, *
A. Cyclist.
This perpetuates the cycle surely- the driver will take out his impotent rage on any and every cyclist he sees.
Better surely to mess with his head/shame him in a way that seems to come completely out of the blue, or is notably divorced from his aggression to cyclists.
On a personal note I am trying to stop shouting at cars.
Instead I get their address, wait for them to go out for the day and pebble dash their house.
This perpetuates the cycle surely- the driver will take out his impotent rage on any and every cyclist he sees.
Better surely to mess with his head/shame him in a way that seems to come completely out of the blue, or is notably divorced from his aggression to cyclists.
On a personal note I am trying to stop shouting at cars.
Instead I get their address, wait for them to go out for the day and pebble dash their house.